From deep inside the ancient hole
A hallowed ground stands guard
Invisible demons, and holy spirits
Use weaponry of thought
The chain of beings
Will defy a strangers getting close
A silent sign that reads aloud
Trespassers will be shot.
The rulers with the rubies
Do not escape the forces
Mad dogs tell of all bad dreams
The instinct of our being
A search for the rational
In the enemy of reason
Nature is the fear -
Not fear of the nature.